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Velocity of Sound is a synapse-snapping sugar rush of a record, 29 minutes long and a perfect rendering in song of the buzzing in your head on the bus ride to school after a breakfast bowl of Frosted Flakes. Produced with a late-60s-lovin lo-fi shagginess that thins out the drums but gives the guitars a wild, early-90s kind of fuzz, the album is marked by vocals sung so high it sounds like the helium factory next door to the recording studio sprang a leak during the sessions. Not that this is a problemhusband and wife team Robert Schneider and Hilarie Sidney can write the kind of effortlessly sweet music that third-graders sing to themselves as they skip across the playground, and the chirping vocal lines perfectly suit Beatles-esque songs like "Please" or "Thats Something I Do." Yet when the Apples decide to turn a bit more menacing, as they do in Velocity of Sounds second half, their voices grow a little snottier, the guitars squeal a little more, and the results, such as "Where We Meet," come off like a Rubber Soul-era pass at "She Said, She Said." The record could use a little more texture and out-of-the-blue moments like the Doors-style keys solo near the end of "Better Days." But on the whole, the Apples have crafted a lovely little pop album, a welcome gift in the fall that should help keep summer in your stereo as the temperature falls and the days grow shorter. Grade: B Steven Hanna
As indie hip-hop grows and congeals from a scene to a movement, three collectives with interweaving pasts are become the loudest voices for the future: New Yorks Def Jux, Oaklands Anticon and Minneapolis Rhymesayers. From Deep Puddle Dynamics to Cannibal Ox, a host of classic projects have emerged from these camps, but a radio-ready ambassador has yet to show. That's where Atmospheres Slug comes in: he wants his groupies and he wants them now. Slug has never fronted about wanting to blow up (on Lucy Ford he set out to be "bigger than the Beatles and bigger than breast implants"), so it should come as no surprise that Godlovesugly is another step toward his auspicious goals. Ants production stands head and shoulders above any of his previous work and Sluggos delivery is as confident as ever. The hooks are even catchy! Unfortunately, nothing comes without a price. Sadly, our heros lyrics are riddled with boasts and lacking the adventurous creativity that has come to be expected from the talented vocalist. It seems Slugs content has been cut down to four topics: women, hip-hop, women and women. His ability to channel emotion and paint verbal masterpieces keeps him afloat, but there is nothing that comes near the poetic mark of Lucy Fords "The Women With Tattooed Hands." Atmospheres latest may be the most commercial-ready record to surface from the indie-hop community, but it manages without being too commercial, if that makes any sense. The heart-wrenching end ("Fuck You Lucy") to the love-hate saga that fueled Slugs last album bleeds with feeling, while "Shrapnel" bares the scars that criss-cross his damaged heart. Although its a shame to see Slug turn the page on his Deep Puddle days (perhaps to avoid the "avant" death mark), Godlovesugly still comes off as honest and unaffected. Grade: B+ Chris Martins
Conformists, beware. You must avoid listening to the fearfully fresh West Coast hip-hop duo Blackalicious. Their second full-length disc Blazing Arrow is a groundbreaking fusion of old-school hip-hop and current social consciousness. After a decade of building a Bay Area loyal following with their ability to render hip-hop without subscribing to any contemporary agenda, Blazing Arrow is an historic album for Sacramento artists Xcel and Gift of Gab. The pair drops vibrantly original beats with foundations in hip-hop history. Xcel expertly handles time travel into the great black music scene of the late 1960s and '70s with the help of loaded lyricist Gift of Gab. Blackalicious' message deliberately avoids macho verses à la Jay-Z and Ja Rule, finding its own strength and power in authentic, uplifting raps. From straight-up hip-hop on tracks like "4000 miles" and "Paragraph President," to soulful-futuristic-punk on "Brainwashers" and "Green Light: Now Begin," to the cautionary, morality-driven raps of "Sky is Falling" and Brainwashers," the album overflows with eye- and ear-opening tracks. On "Chemical Calisthenics," Gift of Gab tosses periodic table terms with scientifically methodic flows, escalating to an explosion of basic earth elements and rolling drum beats. On "Nowhere Fast," Blackalicious looks to the present to find hope for the future: "Don't become a mental prisoner/just listen to the now and keep your mind from drifting off/I am the mission, the position/ new opportunity to get the love you're wishing for/ to kick the door in, to live for your ambitions, what/ you can move on to elevate your existence."A Contributing guests include Zach De La Rocha (ex-Rage Against The Machine), Ben Harper, ?uestlove (The Roots), Chali 2Na and Cut Chemist (Jurassic 5) Rakaa-Iriscience (Dilated Peoples), Saul Williams, jazz legend Gil Scott-Heron, Tracey Moore (Jazzyfatnasteez), Jonell, and Miho Hatori (Cibbo Matto). Overflowing with talent and positive energy, Blazing Arrow sends shockwaves that dispel preconceived notions of normal, and ignites fires in the souls of those restless for something new. Grade: A Sarah Grausz David
BowieHeathen ISO/Columbia Records A pop culture visionary for four decades, he has personified Fame and Fashion, and yet David Bowie is still making ch-ch-changes to his persona and musical style. This icon, who has been known as Aladdin Sane, Diamond Dog, Ziggy Stardust and Major Tom in past erasand more recently, Hubby and Daddy, will forthwith be referred to as Heathen of the new Millennium. Though Mr. Bowie does not clone the character of a Heathen, a man absent of light, he has always levitated in a shadowy world all his owna theatrical place and state of mindnever rivaled or duplicated. His new album reflects a deep introspection into the dark passages of life and love only Bowie could understand or locate. He once said its a shame to sleep because so much time is wasted there. In his new album, he awakened the ghosts within him. And yet now he feels more at peace than ever in his creative output. Though Bowie wrote the majority of ethereal songs for this debut on Columbia in a cooperative with his own ISO label, he had help from somewhat grounded cohorts. Dave Grohl of Foo Fighters lent his guitar prowess to the progressive rockin "Ive Been Waiting For You," a ditty originally penned by the never-rusty Neil Young. Legendary axeman Pete Townsend, once the property of the Who, bought new strings for his contribution to Bowies hauntingly original "Slow Burn." Also on the album is a simplistic rendition of the Pixies melancholy "Cactus," written by the venerable Frank Black. Musically, the album is textured with a bevy of instruments, including a string and horn section. Bowie himself contributes guitars, keys, sax, stylophone and drums. His vocal delivery is stronger than ever with the usual stratospheric ranges, studio overlays and back up singer support. Grade: A Daryl Searle Breaking
BenjaminSaturate Hollywood After being signed to a big name record label, what would prompt a musician to jump ship and join another band? Thats exactly what guitarist Aaron Fink and bassist Mark James Klepaski (formerly of the Universal act Lifer) did after learning that their friends Ben Burnley and Jeremy Hummel, singer/guitarist and drummer, respectively, of Breaking Benjamin, needed to round out the group. When listening to their debut album Saturate, the reasons become clear. Breaking Benjamin has put out a promising debut album, full of hard-hitting alternative-metal sounds that blend melodic rock choruses with electrifying guitar riffs. Their lead track, "Wish I May," may remind you of one of their influences, Korn, with its pounding bass lines and the raw, raspy vocals of Ben Burnley. Their first single is "Polyamorous," a hard-hitting song filled with deep screams and thrashing energy that keeps the angst level high. The musical range of the band is evident with songs like "No Games" which highlights acoustic guitar and violins to give a moody, more melancholy flavor, and the ballad "Next To Nothing". "Sugarcoat" also mixes metal screams with a seductive sound, and is the albums best example of vocal and atmospheric diversity. Closer "Forever" sounds fresh-picked from the flower-child era of the 60s, but the break from their core sound is refreshing and flowing. Production by Ulrich Wild (Deftones, Powerman 5000, Static X) means that you can count on an album thats going to hit the core of alternative-metal fans that want to rock hard and fast. Saturate is an impressive debut by a band with musical synergy, and is worth giving a solid listen to. Grade: A- Mari Fong Djinji
BrownSirround Sound Seven Heads As a former underground hip-hop producer who has worked with respectable players like A Tribe Called Quest, Rahzel of the Roots, and the Jungle Brothers among others, Djinji Browns debut sufficiently meets the games demand of virtuosity. The profundity of the album derives from its ethnic complexity of world beats, experimental drum n bass, aromatic dub and mid-70s old-school hip-hop rousings. Sirround Sound is like a travelogue of Browns observations through his culture-embracing eyes. Youll hear Afro-tribal chants over cushiony beats in "Mojuba," and the next minute, youll find yourself in the kitchen with La Bruja as she reminisces her youth before "Abuelitas Dance" makes another ethnic musing with Caribbean horns, junglized empty-bucket beats and oscilliating samples. Brown journeys into his native Bronx with the heavy hip-hop intrusion "Life Saver," featuring Fila Brazilla, who boasts positivity over naked Latin-tinged rhythms, lyrically redeeming hip-hop with anti-misogyny and pro-activism statements. Theyre conscious and justifiably defensive against artistic corruption, especially in in the scratch-laden, hip-hop outro "Enter The Sound," with fellow labelmates Asheru and Blue Black hollerin poetic challenges. Browns collection of experiences are personal yet worldly, ethnocentric yet expansive and almost too symbolic to dance to. Grade: B Minnie Chi
The self-titled album from Bullets of Orange is a throwback to the glory days of 90s dirty rock. Their songs have wave-like quality, where sounds of discord are tossed together to make lush, dark music. "This is Love" sounds much like the now-disbanded Verve, with guitar influences from The Cure and production influences that echo Marilyn Manson and early Nine Inch Nails. Singer Quinlans vocals range from a Thom Yorke-esque quality on "Let Me Love You" to Billy Corgan on "Not Enough." Their clever use of the keyboards enhances the dept of their music, rather than dating it. Unlike other current bands that incorporate keys, Bullets of Orange does not feature nor ignore the instrument. Keyboardist Byron Hagan subtly melds them into the distorted guitars and heavy percussion to produce a deeper level of new glam/grunge, more so than the Strokes or the Vines. Although Bullets of Orange may be considered "indie," they lack the simple instrumentation of those Palmdale garage bands. Instead, they reintroduce the listener to the days when rock was stylized but grungy, when distorted vocals blended with simple harmonies showed natural depth. Their songs rock just as hard as My Bloody Valentine, but are more accessible. In the age of consumer driven pop-punk, Bullets of Orange provides the mainstream audience with a mature alternative to the nonsensical drivel of MTV. The band is currently embarking on a year-long U.S. tour. More information can be found on their website: www.bulletsoforange.com. Grade: A Christina Han Campfire
GirlsDelongpre Mootron When I first heard the Campfire Girls Delongpre, I found myself remarking, "This sounds as if it came straight out of 1995." I didnt realize how right I was until much later, as I learned that the album is a previously shelved recording from that very year. It had to wait for the band to wade through the almost hopeless labyrinth of drugs, drink, and in-fighting. Not until the bands reformation in December of 2000 were they able to start afresh, but not before releasing this forgotten couldve-been classic. Delongpre (named after the Hollywood street on which the band lived for many years) sounds much like many post-Nirvana bands of that period. The difference is that this disc is more along the lines of where Radiohead was when Thom Yorke still felt he needed to maintain a tribute to Kurt Cobain. But Delongpre is far more successful than the sketchy material that made up Pablo Honey. Although it doesnt manage a "Blow Out," songs like the opening number, "I.Y.D.H.T.," grab the listener from the first note, and its intensity and passion refuse to loosen their grip as the guitars ever-escalating crescendo rides on the songs earnest melody. Meanwhile, Christian Stones fine voice, emotive yet detached, glides smoothly along the track, heightening its addictive charm. The rest of the album is similarly appealing, from the laid-back melancholy of "Buttercup," to the garage-punk mockery of "Dang, That Smarts!" Grade: A Megan Gaynes Neko
CaseBlacklisted Bloodshot Every time Neko Case hits this one note in the song "Look For Me (Ill Be Around)" on her third full-length record Blacklisted, I get a chill. The kind of chill that makes me melt into some sort of soothing bath water that engulfs my sonic senses and never grows lukewarm. Damn, this girl can sing. Recorded in Tucson, Arizona with many collaborators, some old, some new, Case delivers a perfect rainy night record from the bottom of a wounded heart, a stainless soul and a goddess-like voice that is tattooed with a touch of lingering optimism. Throughout the thirteen songs, she mesmerizes, has a little fun and haunts as she proves that she is here to take the crown as the new reigning queen of country music. "Lady Pilot" is a great little tune about a character Case encountered on a plane ride that she thought might have disastrous consequences. "I Wish I was the Moon" is just so delightfulher voice sounds as if the moon had vocal chords. "Tightly" grabs you with open-mouthed adulation, leaving you glistening and radiant. Cases voice slays. It demolishes her past country and western efforts with a spitfire aplomb that reminds a listener of a polished Patsy Cline or Loretta Lynn (with more original songs). And damn, Neko seems cool. Any woman who emblazones her CD with the word "beaver" gets my name on her web site contact page any day. This is one of those records that makes you understand why CD players actually have that "Repeat All" function. You never want it to end. Luckily, Case has proven that she will be here for a long time. Grade: A Zach Selwyn
So melancholy is the task of reviewing the audio finale of a talented man who is not present to enjoy the success of his earthly art form. Josh Clayton-Felt died of testicular cancer on January 19, 2000. Finally, his last works have been released two years after his untimely death at 32. His success began in the mid-1990s as co-founder of the alt pop band School of Fish with Michael Ward, now of the Wallflowers. They released their debut album on Capitol Records, armed with the tranquil single, "Three Strange Days." A second group CD was released before Josh signed with A&M Records for his solo recordings. The label deemed the album incomplete until he presented 22 songs with session players, and then he was asked to pick a "hit" from the collection. He belabored the process, not knowing his efforts would be overshadowed by the infamous Universal-Polygram mega-merger of 1998, which would put the project on hold. Josh lost his rights to re-record his original music for five years while it was held in corporate limbo. He regressed to his home studio, where, with his faithful dog Kaya by his side, he reworked the album to personal satisfaction one week before his diagnosis and lapsing into a coma from which he never recovered. He had re-recorded the "hit" he at last chose, "Building Atlantis," a lively song about spirit and survival, about bringing people together to build a dream. And the rights to his music were returned to his family. Its easy to hear why its so difficult to pick a single from an album of consistent quality. Its like spinning a Jeff Buckley, Michael Penn or Live record and trying to decide between your favorites. Joshs music could be considered alt pop, modern folk, Americana how does one even label such a masterpiece of artistry, let alone decipher between best tracks? One track that would surely bring shivers up anyones spine is "Love Sweet Love." The bittersweet lyrics sing: "To be myself I need love sweet love/Wont you take me to my destination?" He reached the pinnacle of his destiny with music that will live on in his kind and gentle spirit, his love of people, and in music devoid of "hit" distinction. Grade: A+ Daryl Searle Elvis
Costello Elvis Costello has been a hard artist to pin down. The British songwriting institution has spent much of the past ten years bouncing between disparate projects and genres, from collaborations with Burt Bacharach and the Brodsky String Quartet to producing classical singer Anne Sofie von Mutter. Its enough to almost make one forget about the killer rock records hes made. Well, not a moment to soon, Rhino offers a refresher course with its reissue series of classic Costello albums. Just when you though CD reissues couldnt get any more deluxe, this comprehensive revamp of the Costello back catalog pairs each of original masterwork with a full bonus disc of extra material. The three most recent reissues, This Years Model, Blood & Chocolate and Brutal Youth, feature Costello and his storied band the Attractions in some of their hardest rocking moments. In recruiting the Attractions, Costello solved the problem of being a less than confident guitarist by surrounding himself with a rhythm section talented enough to handle lead instrument duties. Despite being a perfect fit musically, Elvis and the Attractions have had an on-again off-again relationship, at times fraught with tension. But whenever Costello has decided to return to rock, he never fails to call on the Attractions, who take his sharp, spiteful tunes to a new level of intensity. The three Attractions make their presence known from the start of This Years Model, Costellos sophomore effort and first with the band. Bruce Thomas lays down incredibly solid, yet flexible bass lines, while classically-schooled Steve Nieve adds ingenious keyboard flourishes and Pete Thomas unleashes some tenacious drumming, most especially on the ferocious "Lipstick Vogue." This monster of a record still boasts some Costellos most addictive numbers, like "This Years Girl" and "Pump It Up." Jump eight years and eight albums later to 1986s violent, stripped-down Blood & Chocolate. Highlights include the lurching opener "Uncomplicated" and the chilling, naked obsession of "I Want You." Another eight years would elapse before the arrival of Brutal Youth, a relatively straight-forward set that came in response to the grandiose scope of its predecessors, Spike and Mighty Like A Rose. While certainly a more mature effort, the album and the accompanying tour proved that Costello and the band still had plenty of fire left. Next month, Costello will release a new album, When I Was Cruel, which features some members of the Attractions. If its the return to rock basics Costello promises it to be, these reissues should serve as the perfect primer. Grade: This Years Model: A+; Blood & Chocolate: A-; Brutal Youth: B+ Michael Jolly Carl
Cox is a huge DJ both in stature and career accomplishment. Anyone who
has ever seen a DJ or gone clubbin' knows the broad smiling face and bald
head of Carl Cox. The guy has wowed so many crowds for so long and changed
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No act better typifies what's hot on the dance floors in 2002 than John Creamer and Stephane K. Compared to the duo's minimalist tech-house DJ and remix style, everyone else out there sounds boring in comparison. The duo inhabit an ethereal no-mans-land that lies somewhere between gritty indie rock, emotionally charged house music and the dark nether regions reserved for Burroughs and Ginsberg. Once you've heard these two, you'll want to throw away your trance records in disgust, embarrassed that you ever thought they were cool. This fourth mix in the wildly popular Bedrock series once again proves the label is interested in quality music that has a longer shelf life than the proverbial fifteeen minutes of dancefloor exposure. Disc one on Bedrock 'Compiled and Mixed' showcases the duo's dark side, with tons of spoken word snippets on angst-laden cuts like those by Peace Division. Steffano Greppi's infectious hit "Freedom Is" makes yet another appearance and is warmly received, while John Creamer and Prince Quick's supposedly controversial hit "Fuck Sonnet" is embarrassing and will hopefully die a quick death. Disc two showcases Creamer and K's roots in NYC-flavored house music, with soulful cuts by G. Pal, Kim English, Danny Tenaglia, and NYC's hottest new production duo, a group of taxi drivers with the moniker Against The Grain. But its the track "Seven" which really delivers the heavy emotional charge that has always made house music so attractive. Its easily the best track of the two-disc set. It seems that in the last few years house music has scene really drifted from its tried-and-true formulas and become boring and stagnant in the process. Bedrock once again brings the stragglers back to the flock with John Creamer and Stephane K, who have the magic formula to unleash the dancefloor demons in all of us. Grade: A Sean-Michael Yoder
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DavidSlicker Than Your Average Atlantic The spotlight is also a lot brighter and less forgiving when an artist releases their second album. However, fans of British singer/songwriter Craig David shouldnt fear that hes fallen victim to the dreaded sophomore slump. Slicker Than Your Average proves that David is back in the game, sounding better than before and definitely turning up the heat. The disc also shows a new director for Davids sound. Think less Usher and more like Blackstreet. The two-step sound on which he built his reputation has been relegated to a single track, the appropriately titled "2 Steps Back." The rest of the album is pure R&B with a few bright spots of pop. The first single, "What's Your Flava?" (on which David compares his dates to ice cream flavors) is a fast-paced cut thats strictly for the party people, with an 80s synthesized flair courtesy album producers/co-writers Marshall and Trell. The album slows down a few tracks later with the bedroom jam "Personal" and a pitfalls-of-celebrity tale, "Rise and Fall," which features a stunning duet with Sting. Davids voice gets its finest showcase on the ballad "You Don't Miss the Water ('Til the Well Runs Dry)." On this melodic trip, David proves he is more than just a smooth operator and definitely slicker than your average artist. Grade: A- Nicole Ivey
After three albums of striking and melodic indie rock, Seattle's Death Cab For Cutie take stock with You Can Play These Songs With Chords, a release that pairs their first formative recordings with various out-of-print and unreleased items. The title refers to a pre-Death Cab cassette-only releaseappearing here in its entiretywhich proves to be classic Death Cab in all but name. Their band name, for all you trivia buffs, comes from a Bonzo Dog Band song featured in the Beatles' Magical Mystery Tour film. For an odds 'n' sods type collection, You Can Play hangs together pretty nicely. Except for the presence of a couple experimental-sounding cuts and a spirited run through of The Smiths' "This Charming Man," the album mainly focuses on Death Cab's unhurried and melancholy-streaked songs. According to the liner notes, the band consider a tune like "State Street Residential" to be slow and plodding, but it's to their credit that this track and others are more like controlled, cathartic releases of energy. Death Cab For Cutie continue to raise their profile with each successive album release and tour, including their jaunt with D.C. emo pals Dismemberment Plan earlier this yearthe cheerfully titled "Death And Dismemberment Tour." And while they prepare for a new studio release next year, their growing fan base will be happy to have this album in their collections. Grade: A- Michael Jolly
Every once in a while the stars really do align. On Irony is a Dead Scene, Mike Patton, his highness, god among men, to be worshipped by all under the sun, joins thrash scientists The Dillinger Escape Plan for twenty chaotic minutes of hardcore satori. The four-song EP takes the listener through the deadliest of the Patton arsenal: screeches that sound like a cat being smashed against a blackboard, deep, throaty rasps to give your girl the chills, tremolo falsettos trailing off into the blackest nothings and otherworldly beatboxing that would make Rahzels knees knock. This is all what weve come to expect from Patton. But what makes Irony stand out is the ease at which the Escape Plan match his whim at every turn. Rather than bend, they shove back with force. He screams, they roar; he accelerates, they dash forward. "Im the best youll ever have!" Patton rails and the Band retorts with a cacophonous assault. Moments later hes shut down as the guitars are cut but as the ethereal organ takes over Patton slips into a slow ghostly swell. The race ends with a cover of Aphex Twins "Come To Daddy," but as for the victor well just have to wait for a rematch. Grade: A+ Jack McGrue
Last year it was Daft Punk's "One More Time" and the Wiseguys' "Stop the Commotion." Now Mitsubishi showcases another fine electronica single, "Days Go By," in their latest commercial with an equally fine brunette poppin' to it inwas it an Eclipse? Whatever the casethe song markets itself and has everyone asking, "who are they?" They are an upcoming UK club/dance acid house trio who pride themselves as a band. "Days Go By," with its buoyant lite-house beats and super chill bassline, is an impressive introduction, but certainly not their summation. Dirty Vegas are purveyors of the nightlife, illuminating everything between stepping out of your apartment to stepping into a club, and convincing you that ultra-urban is ultra-cool. Dirty Vegas shifts from too-cool-to-dance acid house to rock-the-body club house, but as the album progresses, the "band" becomes more alternative. Synthetics-wise, their atmospherics stem from their acidifying technique of using effects as beats and decors as themes, which is prominently featured on "I Should Know," "Ghosts" and "Lost and Found." The segues are brilliantly smooth and the respites calming. The music simply absorbs percussionist Steve Smith's sheer vocals as he ruminates quixotic phrases like "Give me a chance to catch my breath/ so I could lay my ghost to rest." "Throwing Shapes," a funky play on dynamics is followed by "Candles," a blues-tinged downtempo track, and after a few more acidic beats, Steve Smith becomes a real singer and the acoustic guitar comes into focus on "Simple Things." The night is already over by the time the album closes with an acoustic version of "Days Go By," a tune that'll make you yawn, rub your eyes and say to yourself "it's 4 a.m. already?" Grade: B+ Minnie Chi Drums
& TubaMostly Ape Righteous Babe Theres more to this band than its name implies. The trio known as Drums and Tuba also have a guitarist (how pissed is he that he gets the shaft in the bands rather gimmicky name?). Even when the treble-driven guitarist occasionally drops out of the mix, the Tubas tone is so warped in electronic fidgetry that its not exactly obvious the band used organic instruments to record Mostly Ape. Traversing the same realm of organic electronic breached by such acts as Lemon Jelly and the Blue Man Group, Drums and Tuba is that group that everyone will accept but no one is really going to embrace. Theyre excellent raucous background music that sounds mildly pleasant with conversation and other random noise above it. Damn, but theyre easy to tune out and forget about. A nice try from the trio, but much like its predecessor, this album never goes anywhere. The songs meander in excessive noodling. And though the groups effort to stick to more melodic songs is apparent, the polyrhythmic nature of the group gets a tad annoying by the time the album comes to an end. Mostly Ape: a good effort from a group thats still evolving. Grade: B Antero Garcia Baxter
DuryLen Parrotts Memorial Lift Rough Trade/Sanctuary Baxter is the son of the late, diminutive punk star, Ian Dury. Ian, along with his band the Blockheads, rode the New Wave to America on the strength of joyous hits like "Hit Me (With Your Rhythm Stick)" and "Wake Up And Make Love." While no doubt deeply influenced by his dad and his pals, Baxter has a sound all his own. "Beneath The Underdog" opens with a slow guitar reverb before Baxter sings in a near falsetto. Dury has assembled a cast of players from known bands, including Richard Hawley from Pulp on guitar, bassist Norman Watt-Roy from the Blockheads and Portishead drummer Geoff Barrow. Baxter plays a little guitar, but mostly piano and Rhodes, which he is fond of making howl shrilly like the cold English wind. Johanna Hussey sings on almost every cut, adding an upbeat counterpoint to Durys understated point of view. Baxter is content to play second vocalist to Johanna on "Lucifers Grain" resulting in the poppiest track on Len Parrotts Memorial Lift. Dury left the London scene behind for two months to write this record in Austin, which may account for the "be yourself" chant in "Gingham Smalls 2," where he drops the vocal effects and lets his Cockney accent provide the charm. Grade: B+ Kevin Wierzbicki Darren
Emerson & Tim Deluxe Episode 1 Thrive The label responsible for the Superstar DJ series Global Underground brings us the latest pairing from former Underworld member Darren Emerson and Kylie Minogue's friend Tim Deluxe. Emerson and Deluxe are big names in UK house music, but in America they seem lost in a sea of local competition. The tide has shifted in house music: American kids want to see American house DJs and have elevated DJs like Onionz, Miguel Migs and Deep Dish to near-mythic status the way they did with Sasha and Oakenfold a few years ago. Many Stateside kids today don't have the access to the sounds of UK DJs, as more and more they are crowded out by cheaper, high-quality domestic offerings in local record stores. Cutting edge Eurolabels like Ministry Of Sound and Hooj, once renowned for their trance and progressive house sound, are putting out cuts by well-established American house DJs. The funky soul is back, and Emerson and Deluxe explore SF house and West Coast tech house with some of the most amazing brand new cuts available. Disc one of this two-disc set explores the driving, vocal-friendly house music favored in Ibiza, while disc two is more au currant with dark basslines and a minimalist tech house drive. The Global Underground series and the UK superclub DJs used to move the sounds and change the trends. Nowadays many of their contemporaries are struggling to stay ahead of their American competitors who were once light years behind. Episode 1 is a great mix, but these days there are many good ones to choose from. Grade: B- Sean-Michael Yoder
Empress is a Stateside nu-skool junglist bent on shaking things up in the jungle scene. Following in the footsteps of U.S. jungle pioneer Dieselboy, Empress tours non-stop while making a name for herself among the UK elite and churning out jungle classics in her downtime. Her latest collaboration "Hydroxy," with SF junglists Sage and UFO! of the Phunkateck crew under the moniker Triadd is well on its way to becoming a jungle classic. Along with her female contemporaries Sage and Reid Speed, Empress is reinventing jungle after it was written off as too dark and elitist. Empress adds some feminine charm as she breathes some much needed texture into the typical banging jungle rollers like 2 Cities "Tech Is Taking Over". On cuts like Orion's "Slanked" or "Issues" by Ecco & Sabotage, the skittery breakbeats-on-steroids sound of jungle are fused with the deep churning sounds of progressive house . After years of trying to distance itself from house music and club culture in general, DJs like Empress and Reid Speed bring drum and bass back to its roots by playing records that are loaded with sounds associated with deep house. Empress foresight is helping to rescue the scene from a fiery death. The final result is a clean and enjoyable mix that never gets too mellow or sleepy-eyed, but won't have you wanting to start a mosh pit in your living room either. A perfect balance is achieved on Stateside Sessions: Vol. 2. Grade: B+ Sean-Michael Yoder
FaultlineYour Love Means Everything Elektra Faultline is UK electronica-popster David Kosten, and his sophomore release is fast becoming one of the most talked-about chill-out albums of the year. Your Love Means Everything is not only perfectly crafted 21st century electronic pop, but also reads like a whos who of indie rock celebrity. Kosten evidently just sent out letters asking for contributions but obviously everybody responded to his hypnotizing technocractic ambience. The disc is evenly split between unearthly post-club experimental instrumentals (evoking everyone from a softer DJ Shadow to a beat-heavy Eno) with tender vocal synth-ballads. These are the pieces that stand out. Coldplays Chris Martins cuts mark a career best. Hes got a menacing sigh on the disquieting "Where Is My Boy?" Later, hes sublimely polished on the neurotic title track lullaby. Flaming Lips frontman Wayne Coyne movingly frets about losing love (and sunlight) on "The Colossal Gray Sunshine." But the most famous voice is REMs Michael Stipe, who huskily laments through the electronica dirge "Greenfields," originally a pre-Dylan folk-pop hit for The Brothers Four (if you care). Kosten isnt an A-list producer yet. But based on this top-notch, dark-toned effort (and to paraphrase Yoda), he will be, he will be. Grade: A- Doug Simpson Fermin
IVBoomerang Universal / Polydor The cover art of Boomerang depicts the face of Fermin IV sculpted out of a large tree. Metaphorically, the image works; its easy to hear the organic elements of the album at work in the background, culminating and forming the complete Fermin IV. Unfortunately, these elements remain too submerged in the mix and posh studio wizardry covers up the elements that help make Fermin IV stand out from his Latin hip-hop contemporaries. With groups such Syndicato Argentio del Hip-Hop and Orishas vying for the American dollar in the Latin hip-hop market (not to mention such domestic groups like Ozomatli), its hard to hear how Fermin IV is any differentlet alone betterthan what these other artists are putting out right now. But then on second listen its thereFermin IVs cry for uniqueness. In all of the songs, theres the subtle sounds that root him in that picture on the cover of his albumorganics. Hints of real instruments and his musical muscle peep from under the thunderstorm of 2/4 kick drums and 8th note snare tapsthe same old in pastiche hip-hop. Is it worth the effort to find these redeeming elements in each of Fermin IVs songs? Not really, but if these elements are given the chance to sprout, Fermin IV could be the dominating force that Latin hop has been so severely lacking. Grade: C+ Antero
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MollyDrunken Lullabies Side One Dummy Much has been written recently about the similarities between Flogging Molly and its Irish punk peer The Dropkick Murphys. Many critics have attacked the youthful Molly as nothing more than a watered-down version of the more veteranand for some, more credibleDropkick Murphys. This criticism seems unfair in that Flogging Molly, while certainly having a similar sound, also has its own unmistakable flavor and style. With its second effort, Drunken Lullabies, Molly remains true to its melodic Irish folk punk background. But where much of the Dropkick Murphys music centers on adrenaline and aggressiveness, Flogging Molly continues to take a more subtle approach and walk down its own unique path. Meaningful tracks dominate this album, with songs such as "Rebels of the Sacred Heart" often surprising the listener with its heartfelt themes. Make no mistake, the music here is still very much punk by definition, with its traditional short choruses and rapid-fire lyrics. But, the tone of many of the songs (most notably "Whats Left of the Flag" and "Bag of Bricks") offer remarkable emotional depth. Another knock on Flogging Molly is the one-dimensional writing that was so prevalent on its debut album. Lullabies provides a capable answer for this criticism as well. This particularly true with "Cruel Mistress," a song that seems light years removed from the far more myopic earlier material. There are those who feel strongly that punk music is intended to be defiant, meaningful and edgy without any of pops sappier emotions. Lullabies disputes that stereotype loudly and proudly. Flogging Molly skillfully walks the tightrope of being introspective and refined while maintaining its relevance and street credibility. Thats not an easy feat when one considers that many punk fans, particularly those of the hardcore persuasion, tend to quickly label a band "soft" the moment it shows any feelings in its music. Hopefully, that wont be the case here, as Flogging Molly is thoughtful and even sentimental without ever becoming overwrought. And in the crazy, manic world of punk music, thats quite an achievement indeed. Grade: B Greg Leos Foo
FightersOne By One Roswell Records/RCA When the Foo Fighters released their self-titled debut in 1995, rock fans soon discovered that Dave Grohl could have a career after Nirvana. But after two more successful albums, fans wondered: will this winning streak last? With the Foo's latest album, One By One, the rock world can breathe a sigh of relief. The Foo Fighters have done it again, with an album full of memorable rock songs that make you want to scream and dance For those who haven't heard the first single, "One By One," expect a catchy tune that bursts into Grohl singing a fierce, hard-driving chorus. The album is filled with unique sounds that range from the haunting guitar riffs of "Low" to the flowing melody of "Have It All." "Times Like These" (one of Grohl's favorites) is a good example of the Foo's mellow rock style, while "Lonely As You" incorporates unexpected melodies that add to the album's myriad of flavors. Not a surprise for a band that continues to step out of the ordinary There are a few songs that didn't jumped out at me, such as "Tired Of You," with its monotonous beats, but overall, it's hard to argue the talents behind the Foo Fighters. My advice? Go buy it now. Grade: A Mari Fong The
GourdsCow Fish Fowl or Pig Kev Russells Junker Buttermilk & Rifles Sugar Hill "My name is Jorge and I twist and I juke/I roll into town with my wagon of fruit." Now, Jorge is one happy campesino. But hes got more on his mind than peddling papaya. Every juicy treat he dispenses comes with a free political comment, maybe about JFK, maybe about Henry Ford. Most importantly, he is the lucky inhabitant of the coolest song on earth, the Gourds "My Name Is Jorge." Bass player Jimmy Smith takes a vocal turn on the bouncy dance track while the band mixes mandolin and accordion with guitar just like it was plum nectar mixing with vodka. Smooth but with a kick best describes this homespun Austin fivesome. Smith alternates lead vocals with Kev Russell and both have just enough hayseed inflection to authenticate the Gourds hillbilly blues. Kevs reading of "Ham Fisted Box of Gloves" approximates Levon Helm on any number of Band classics. All of the other Gourds guest here and there on Kevs Buttermilk & Rifles, where the rhythms get a little funkier. But most of the earthiness comes from Russells throat, as on the haunting slide guitar blues of "Way Fallen Stranger." There is some straightahead bluegrass here, some cryin country and a little tuba. The smoky hoodoo of "Blackfoot" tucks the juke joint in for the night. By then, of course, Jorge has had it too. "Im punch drunk and my wagons ka-poot/Said my name is Jorge " Grade: A (both) Kevin Wierzbicki
It's a fact of life you have to overcome emotional barriers before you can move on. On Guided by Voices' last album, Isolation Drills, bandleader/indie rock poet laureate Bob Pollard, fresh from a failed marriage, relayed his inner turmoil with some of his most revealing and tender songs to date. Now that he's got that off his beer-soaked chest, it's time for this Dayton, Ohio-hailing troupe to return to what they do best: be America's top purveyors of immediate, completely alive rock 'n' roll. Enter Universal Truths and Cycles, which handily reconciles GBV's lo-fi garage roots with the high-gloss approach they've adopted in recent years. There's the swaggering, noisy "Skin Parade," brief acoustic fugues ("Zap," "The Weeping Bogeyman"), and urgently melodic gems spiked with Pollard's famously obtuse wordplay ("Christian Animation Torch Carriers"). It's hard to pick out a clunker anywhere on this disc; "Cheyenne" annoys at first with Pollard's maudlin falsetto, but then it somehow grows on you. Similarly, given the consistent quality of these 19 tracks, it's tough to single out highlights, but I submit the anthemic, staccato-riffing "Back to the Lake," the cascading "Storm Vibrations," the scrappy "Everywhere With Helicopter" and "Eureka Signs," a revved-up chunk of resplendence and grit. For all their singularity, GBV isn't immune to betraying their influences. The folky "Factory of Raw Essentials" sounds like Pollard channeling Gordon Lightfoot, and "Wings of Thorn," with its percussive guitar strumming, could be sandwiched into every future pressing of the Who's Tommy and no one would notice. Nevertheless, as Cycles thrashes and jangles to a close, all that is great about this thing called rock seems gloriously distilled. Grade: A Eric Layton Gus
GusAttention Moonshine Gus Gus has downsized from their nine-man troupe, but that hasnt made their sound any less confident or complex. The Icelandic collective, still featuring original members Biggi Veira, Herb Lego (a.k.a. Buckmaster) and Stephan Stephensen, has retained the Gus Gus trademark aural philosophy to authenticate unquestionable dance music in their long-awaited third release. Freshly recruited vocalist Urdur Hakonardottir (a.k.a. Earth) brings a non-ostentatious diva-esque delivery, which suits the tech-generated album just fine, because it seems that the group is not only demanding attention but movement. Attention is undoubtedly more keen to the tech-pop vision rather than the sub-zero trip-pop and assorted idiosyncratic alt-dance crafted in their debut Polydistortion and its follow-up, This Is Normal. Aside from the clarion production, the tracks are only subtly futuristic. The irony is that their digitalia constructions, both otherworldly and primo-urban, aim to be thematically primitive, as displayed on tracks like the ethereal lite-house deference to human instincts, "Call of the Wild" and "Desire," with the incandescent presence of former member and vocalist Daniel Agust insinuating "Are you neglecting your primal desires?" atop liberatory techno. The most shining dance anthem is "Dance You Down." Its an example of what inane poly-rhythmic high-tech retro can actually sound like when in the hands of a few artful bastards. "Unnecessary" is a classy synth-composition that rides through interfacial layering and fuzzy guitar distortions. "David" fringes on a more of a club aura, and the title track "Attention" is a busy cyborg fest with French-accentuated vocal loops that are manipulated with precision. Attention shows the electronica auteurs at a different speed with less diversity in the writing and participation of their former ensemble, but this is barely reflected in the minimized group. Gus Gus is all about craft, mandating composition over generic formulations and motifs and gradations over style and fragmentation. Its just pure aesthetically controlled progressive dance music for the fastidious artsy elite. Grade: A- Minnie Chi
A sugary voiced goddess of indie rock (or think Heather Nova with grit), Juliana Hatfield was far ahead of her time when she emerged solo in the early nineties following the break-up of Bostons Blake Babies. With that said, Juliana has never had the fame that she deserves. The albums twenty tracks (four of which are unreleased) pay respect to each of her albums, as well as the unreleased Gods Foot. Juliana has provided her more observant fans with short autobiographical descriptions for each song, which address the mood she was in when the song was written, and often the fact that the song is not autobiographical at all. Songs like "My Sister," "Spin the Bottle" and "Universal Heartbeat" are Julianas radio-friendly provisions, and they are poignant with attitude, but definitely not the best she has to offer. "Fade Away" has an almost feminized Tool-esque feeling throughout, where Juliana takes on two personalities; the devilish poet and the sweet songbird. With "Sellout," Juliana pays needed homage to the overly used term as she sings "I lost my attitude, got a tattoo." "Cry in the Dark" illustrates a rare moment of vulnerability and serves as the perfect make-out song for hopeless romantics. Heavier on the guitar and sarcasm, "Houseboy" is the perfect anti-submissive girl power anthem, as Juliana turns the tables and harshly diminishes the importance of having a boyfriend. She explains in the liner notes that this song addresses her fantasy of having a "decadent bohemian lifestyle." Julianas unreleased cover of Neil Youngs "Only Love Can Break Your Heart" is the perfect last dance ditty for that distorted Midwestern high school prom that we all reminisce about. In short, Juliana has covered a lot of ground in the last decade, and Gold Stars captures the unique flavor of each album. Although a few tracks serve only as fillers, this collection is a must have for every rocker chick fan! Grade: A Eszter Takacs HobexU Ready Man? Tone-Cool/Artemis Remember that Hootie and the Blowfish lyric "put on a little Dillon, sitting on a fence?" The name check was referring to the North Carolina-based pop band Dillon Fence, who, despite a small following, never quite broke through on a major level. Its lead singer, Greg Humphreys, formed Hobex in 1996, and his multi-genred outfit works elements of funk, soul, jazz and blues into their energetic nationally-released new record, U Ready Man? The driving ska-funk rhythm of songs like "Playin Games" suggest this band is probably one of the most ferocious live acts in any genre. The problem with many great live bands is that they dont always impressively transfer over to studio recordings. However, U Ready Man? brings forth fifteen songs that only flag sporadically. There is definitely a party going on here, and Humphreys is a respectable soul singer. The band could have trimmed down a few of the jam songs but overall they harken back to the early 70s funk-soul that helped to bring a nation to its feet. In particular, songs like "You Had to Tell" evoke a Sly Stone groove, which is complimented by scorching guitar work. Hobex may have a live following, but getting new fans by word of mouth and CD may prove to be as hard as sneaking a flask into Lollapalooza. But given the performances here, there is definitely a chance that Greg Humphreys and Hobex may gain a national recognition beyond any Hootie lyrics. Grade: B + Zach Selwyn
Sentimental Bedlam is Lorna Hunt's impressive follow-up to her award-winning 1998 debut, All In One Day. A hybrid of progressive rock and traditional folk, Hunt's musical efforts are decidedly experimental but never distracting or problematic, since her voice is so conventionally beautiful. Rhythmic and melodic in an offbeat way, each song is like a little knock on the doors of the soul. Her stories are personal, her messages universal. She plays with words and constructs images with the skill of a poet: "Some walk along in their life machines/ They keep them oiled they keep them clean/ You are one walking dream" (from "Life Machine"). Pain and whimsy meld together seamlessly and because the band exhibits such range, no two songs sound the same. At times, Hunt sounds vaguely like Jewel, sometimes Alanis Morrissette, and occasionally Janis Joplin, but the reminiscences are fleeting; she has her own unique style. Each track is a refreshing surprise, a reminder that there are artists who dare to make each song a risk, instead of producing an album according to one tried-and-true musical formula. Grade: A Kim Hooper Imperial
TeenLive At Maxwells DCN Ive always had issues with the concept of a live album. To me, the benefit of paying $14.50 for a CD is to hear the ultimate vision of the musicians in studio quality sound. And the reason to pay $14.50 for a concert ticket is to get to see the expression on the face of the drummer as he feels the rhythm of the song course from his fingers, up his arm, through his neck, and contort the muscles around his mouth to form a passionate grimace. I like to see who's looking at whom when key moments happen. I like to be witness to improvisation as it occurs. I like knowing that what I am hearing is what is actually being created at that exact moment before my eyes. And I don't get that from a live album Now that you understand my bias, you can also understand my less-than-enthusiastic impression of Imperial Teens new live release, Live at Maxwells. As a band, Imperial Teen is '80s pop meets 2001s impression of late '60s edgy-yet-accessible material, and the end result is fun, a bit cheesy, and even sophisticated at time. The album features hits from their previous records, including seven songs from their most recent release, On. Its strengths reside in the overall quality of the songwriting, but you don't get as clear a sense of that here as you do on the studio records, where the vocals and production are more distinct. Live at Maxwell's succeeds as a live reproduction of the studio songs and a showcase for the band's abilities, but achieves little else. Theres a lack of entertaining between-song banter, but the songs speak for themselves and the audible reaction from the audience serves as proof that they are being well entertained. So whats my point? If you love Imperial Teen and want to be sure you own every release by this exceptional band, this is for you. If you appreciate live albums more than I do, great. But if you are looking for an introduction to Imperial Teen, this is not necessarily where to get it. Grade: B- Lesley Bargar IrvingGood Morning Beautiful Eenie Meenie All five members of the L.A.-based indie-pop group Irving write and sing. Most times, that kind of situation would be a recipe for disaster. But in this and other ways, Irving is not typical. Like the Beatles, the Clash or Guns N Roses, the sum of the parts add up to a greater whole. Appropriately, Irving has something in common with all three bands listed above. Bassist Alex Church, guitarists Steven Scott and Brian Canning, keyboardist Shana Levy and drummer Brent Turner mix and mesh different traits into a coherent melodic accomplishment but arent afraid of a little experimentalism. Irving effortlessly shifts from tender folk (the Leonard Cohen-like "Crumbling Mountain Tops" and the airy "Holiday") to lo-fi new wave acoustics (the chugging "Eyes Adjust to Light," which humorously mentions Willie Nelson) to spirited garage rockers (the mid-60s romp "L-O-V-E" and the raucous "A Very Frivolous Distribution of Sundries"). Throughout the eleven cuts, the quintet balances diverse influences such as Kris Kristofferson, David Bowie and Otis Redding, managing to evoke Irvings favorite artists while retaining a unique distinction. Irving has a growing regional following due to residencies at clubs like Spaceland and the Silver Lake Lounge, where music is more important than trends or hype. Now heres your chance to discover Irving in the comfort of your living room, bedroom or in your car. Pick up Good Morning Beautiful at your local independent music shop or surf to eeniemeenie.com. Grade: B+ Doug Simpson
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Get out your jelly bracelets and wraparound sunglassesthe 80s are back! At least it is according to popular media, and thanks to its big mouth, the revisionist trend is making a so-called comeback with a slew of neo-electro acts overhyped as the "new thing." This Liverpool-based, unisexed mod squad proves that they are as "nu" as nu-New Wave can get. Theyre the upgraded, black-clad terrorist version of Human League, fronted by two stoic femme nikitas who voraciously freeze high-tech vocoders with subversive lyrics that make an annoyance of pop culture. Light & Magic eludes crafty retro-electro and is groove-friendly at precious moments, expounding with bass-synth-bass metronomes, organic high claps and in-vitro analog and keyboard gyrations coiled with aloof automaton fem vox. The disinfected "seventeen" is the most propulsive mechanical killjoy, extending from their previous albums "playgirl," and the club chic of "flicking your switch" technologizes disco-tech fever with tact and not tackiness (theyre not that 80s). In melody-sensitive "Evil" and "Blue Jeans," Ladytron becomes the robo-girl next door like a super-sterilized Bananarama, but you still cant trust them cause they dont even blink. This electro-pop quartet are ready to reprogram the 80s from a futuristic motherboard. So forget the time capsuleits time to let this retro career explode! Grade: B + Minnie Chi Living
SacrificeConceived in Fire Solid State Records They look like a killer metal band, they sound like a killer metal band, they worship and preach about Jesus and God like a killer metal band huh? Popping the CD in could result in serious headbanging popularity until one takes a peek at the lyrical content. The songs on Conceived in Fire discuss peace and love and alliances with Jesus. The irony is that the music is heavy VERY heavy, brutal and actually very good. One could even imagine an out-of-control mosh pit erupting as Living Sacrifice plays before an arena of Slayer fans. But isnt moshing violent? Songs like "Symbiotic," "Ignite," "Distrust" and "The Poisoning" steal some serious attention. The five-piece band consists of the hardcore thrash vocals stylings of Bruce Fitzhugh (also on guitar), the pounding rhythm section of Arthur Green on bass and Lance Garvin on drums, the very kewl percussion "extras" of Matthew Putman (also on vocals) and last but not least, the furious annihilating guitar shreds of Rock Gray. However, lyrics to songs like "Subtle Alliance" are anything but subtle: they consist of preachy lines like "Along the way, I missed it, avoiding all repentance/ Along the way, I missed it, becoming selfish/There is only one way out of here, in your presence, Jesus." And at the end of the liner notes, the dudes credit "Jesus" and the "Lord" for their inspiration. Why not give credit where credits due, guys? In yourselves! The musicianship on Conceived in Fire is awesome. The message, though, is disappointing and misleading to metal fans everywhere. But at least the band will earn its rank right alongside STRYPER in heaven. Grade: B Kerr Lordygan Los
LobosGood Morning Aztlán Mammoth Records Twenty-five years of experience in rock tends to produce some damn fine bands, and Los Lobos is no exception. With eleven studio albums under their belt, their latest release has maturity, creativity, and that special "something" that good musicians do to their music that makes you shake your ass uncontrollably while driving down the highway. This album has about four bass-driven, hard-rocking blues and soul shuffles, three overtly Latin-influenced tracks, a couple jazzy/spacey songs, and a few others that blend all their styles together. None of their songs escape the oft-imitated yet distinct and beautiful groove that their music constantly emanates. The honest, heartfelt lyrics on "Tony y Maria" display their craft better than most musicians could ever hope to; "One hundred and fifty miles from Mexico to L.A./doesnt seem that far but still a world away Tony washes dishes/Maria she sweeps floors/the dreams they once had/well they dont have them anymore" nearly had this cat in tears. Other songs, such as "The Big Ranch" and the title track really grasp harsh emotions felt by real people and put a melody to it. Aside from some great lyrics and tight production, this album has a vibrant energy behind each note. You can feel two torn hearts beating throughout "Tony y Maria" the horns of "Luz de Mi Vida" follow two lovers dance steps across a floor the urgency of the guitars on "Get to This" sucks you in immediately. This is one hell of a band. And Good Morning Aztlán is one hell of an album. We just missed Los Lobos at the House of Blues in early June, and some of us are rather bitter about it. Dont worry, though; theyre likely to play through here again in August. Get your soul rocked at www.loslobos.org. Grade: A Patrick Reetz LunaClose Cover Before Striking Jetset Hot on the heels of last springs superb Romantica, Luna presents this 29-minute, seven song mini-album of almost all new music, chock full of more melodic pop than found in most record bins. The CD opens with the pulsing "Astronaut," a track which will hopefully fill the airwaves (it deserves to be a radio hit). The other new cut is the atmospheric "Teenage Lightning," which sneaks in some tender steel guitar. There are a few leftovers from the Romantica sessions, including the slightly loopy instrumental "Drunken Whistler" and glazed slow-rocker "The Alibi." "New Haven Comet" (which started life as a demo) rounds out the original material, in which singer/guitarist Dean Wareham reveals his sympathetic ear for romance. Luna also offers two unexpected cover tunes. The most effective is an easy-going version of the Rolling Stones ballad "Waiting on a Friend." Last but not least is "Neon Lights" (a Kraftwerk number produced four years ago but re-done for this disc), which Luna de-constructs as a relaxing distortion-pop ode to urbanization that works best played really loud. As a bonus. there are videos for "Lovedust" and "1995," playable on computers, both more interesting than whats usually seen on TV. Grade: A+ Doug Simpson Magna-FiBurn Out The Stars Gold Circle Burn Out The Stars, the debut album from Magna-Fi, is refreshingly honest rock n roll, different from the pseudo-rock being churned out by bands with covert intentions of becoming pop sensations. Magna-Fi wont be on TRL, but their CD is definitely listener-worthy. A common thread of Gen-X disillusionment runs throughout the songs, which creates a unified, cohesive flow. As evidenced by songs titles like "Down In It," "This Life," and "Where Did We Go Wrong," Magna-Fi have mastered the jaded confusion that plagues modern youth. The lyrics capture the ambiguity of self-discovery: of loving and hating your school, your job, yourself, your lover. Tracks like "Ex-OK" and "Drown" are deeply emotional, while "When I Leave You" and "Beautiful" capture innocence lost. As Mike Szuter sings in "This Life": "Ive grown to hate this life, everything that I cant make right...all the dreams I cant let go/ every time that I should have known...dont want to hate this life..." The stars of the songs are the anti-heroes of society. Magna-Fi makes the anti-hero sympathetic, accomp | ||||